The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... edit . 1711 . When this remark was made by Ben Jonfon , The Winter's Tale was not printed , Thefe words therefore are a fufficient answer to Sir T. Hanmer's idle fuppofition that Bohemia was an error of the prefs for Bythinia . This ...
... edit . 1711 . When this remark was made by Ben Jonfon , The Winter's Tale was not printed , Thefe words therefore are a fufficient answer to Sir T. Hanmer's idle fuppofition that Bohemia was an error of the prefs for Bythinia . This ...
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... edit . 1609. " He hears no waking- HOLT WHITE . So , in The Spanish Tragedy , 1601 : - " the owle fhrieking , the toades croaking , the minutes jerring , and the clocke ftriking twelve . " Which is for me lefs easy to commit , Than ...
... edit . 1609. " He hears no waking- HOLT WHITE . So , in The Spanish Tragedy , 1601 : - " the owle fhrieking , the toades croaking , the minutes jerring , and the clocke ftriking twelve . " Which is for me lefs easy to commit , Than ...
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... edit : " Lordinges ( quod he ) now herkeneth for the beste . ” STEEVENS . " The doctrine of ill - doing , no , nor dream'd- ] Do & rine is here ufed as a trifyllable . So children , tickling , and many others . The editor of the fecond ...
... edit : " Lordinges ( quod he ) now herkeneth for the beste . ” STEEVENS . " The doctrine of ill - doing , no , nor dream'd- ] Do & rine is here ufed as a trifyllable . So children , tickling , and many others . The editor of the fecond ...
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... edit , 1705 , obferves : " Saxonicè man est a mein quod Cimbricè eft nocumentum , Francicè eft nefas , fcelus . " So that mankind may fignify one of a wicked and pernicious nature , from the Saxon man , mifchief or wickednefs , and from ...
... edit , 1705 , obferves : " Saxonicè man est a mein quod Cimbricè eft nocumentum , Francicè eft nefas , fcelus . " So that mankind may fignify one of a wicked and pernicious nature , from the Saxon man , mifchief or wickednefs , and from ...
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... So , in Chaucer's Clerkes Tale , Mr.Tyrwhitt's edit . v . 8092 ; " She dranke , and for fhe wolde vertue plefe , " She knew wel labour , but non idel efe . " STEEVENS . There is an art , which , in their piedness 124 WINTER'S TALE .
... So , in Chaucer's Clerkes Tale , Mr.Tyrwhitt's edit . v . 8092 ; " She dranke , and for fhe wolde vertue plefe , " She knew wel labour , but non idel efe . " STEEVENS . There is an art , which , in their piedness 124 WINTER'S TALE .
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الصفحة 454 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
الصفحة 335 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould. But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
الصفحة 343 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
الصفحة 521 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?
الصفحة 371 - If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
الصفحة 368 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
الصفحة 338 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death. To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle. DUN. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
الصفحة 476 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf : Witches...
الصفحة 380 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
الصفحة 387 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.